[FM] I like giving head as the main event. It’s even better as part of an evening of dinner, games, and snuggles with a man I can’t keep my hands off of. :)

Rob, the military man, came over for dinner again. After eating we played a board game. Once we were done playing, I walked over to him at the other side of the kitchen table. First sliding my hand across his broad shoulders then massaging his scalp and kissing the top of his head.

He scoots his chair back to stand with me. One arm wrapped around my waist, the other holding the back of my head as he brings me to him for a passionate kiss. The kissing ramps up as he pulls my body into his. I can feel him hard through his shorts against me. His hands wander from my waist to my hips to my ass, giving me a little squeeze. He keeps kissing me, and starts walking me backwards into the bedroom.

Unfortunately, I’d been battling a minor gyn issue, so PIV sex was off the table. It is hard to tell him the news as he is actively putting me in the bedroom, but I didn’t want to text it to him and thought telling him in person was better. He shrugged it off laughing, “I’ll just come back later then…” turning his head like he’d leave, but never releasing my waist, instead going right back in to keep making out with me.

Sex is hot, but a partner who is understanding is even hotter. So, despite my body being unable to cooperate, my mind was incredibly turned on. I still felt valued, and that made me feel safe with him.

“My body might have some things off-limits, but not everything is, and you’re still good to go.” I push him into the bed and strip his shirt off. He pulls my shirt over my head and nuzzles my breasts before unhooking my bra and tossing it aside. We continue to kiss, the skin of our bare torsos in contact, the warmth of his hands against my back. “I want you so much,” he whispers as he holds me and kisses the angle of my jaw.

I slide down the bed, pulling his shorts to the floor. His knees bend at the edge of the bed, and I kneel between them. He knows what is coming next. I rake my fingers down his back and sides. Still wearing boxers, I trace his outline with my lips. I cup his balls and use my whole face and my free hand to keep playing with him, always ending with my lips around the head.

I tug his waistband to expose the tip, and I lick it while looking up at him. He breathes out through pursed lips and looks up at the ceiling. He lets me pull his boxers off completely.

I devour him.

With slow strokes, I nearly take his whole length to the base. As I speed up, he grunts and his cock jumps, it makes it bigger, wider and longer both, and I can’t take it all the way, but do the best I can. My tongue applying pressure to the underside of his dick as I slide it in and out, licking his frenulum with my lips still secured around him.

I lick my hand and apply it, twirling at the tip before taking him as far as I can for a few good head bobs. I jerk him off and slide my mouth up and down the side of his shaft, sucking his balls on some of the down strokes. He clears my hair from my face and gives me a gentle caress. I look at him with a smile and slide him back in my mouth. He moans and tilts his head back.

I start going faster, adding my hand at the base at a doubled tempo. He puts his hand on my head, as before, he doesn’t push me down further, only guides a rhythm. His head is back, eyes closed.

“Grip tighter.” I hold him firmly. “More.” I grip tighter and keep sucking. His hands are out of my hair, balled up with fistfuls of my duvet. His breathing is becoming more labored. Ooo. I know he is getting close. My jaw is tired, but I don’t give a fuck. I want his cum down my throat.

Not much later, his breathing transitions into grunting and moaning, depositing cum near my soft palate.

My hand relaxes around him, but keeps a gentle hold. My mouth is still around him as he shudders and groans. Without moving my lips, I apply slight pressure with my tongue. He gives another shudder. I touch him with my tongue again. And again. And again. When the magnitude of his quaking subsides, I travel my mouth his entire length in a last few full strokes up and down.

I’ve long since swallowed, and I finish by coming up from base to tip, pausing at the head to suck and lick, finally taking my lips off him with a final swirl of my tongue.

He rolls me into my back and ravishes me with a deliciously deep kiss. He plays with and rubs me in pleasurable ways and sucks my nipples exactly the way I like. For as hot as that is, I’m not in the mood to seek an orgasm. Instead, I tell him, “You know what I’d really like the most right now? To cuddle with you.”

His arms envelop me and he kisses the side of my neck. We are both happy and satisfied. We cuddle, kiss, and talk for well over an hour. Of course, he makes me laugh. In the silent moments, I get to look at his handsome face and massage his neck. Or he takes his time running his hands over my body in a way that is sexual but not foreplay, and feels good just for the sake of feeling good. His hands from my forearm, over my shoulder, down my breast, making sure to graze my nipple, and reversing course. It makes my back arch, makes me release a little sigh and quiet moan.

I am happy.

He and I talk about how great it is to snuggle. He admits to me that he loves cheesy romantic movies, and he thinks that love of romantic movies goes hand in hand with his love of cuddling. It makes me adore him even more. Something about the juxtaposition of a muscled masculine man getting teary-eyed over melodramas makes my heart melt.

I roll over so he is my big spoon. His hands run over my back and downward, tracing my waist as he kisses my shoulder blades and pulls me towards him. He snakes his arms under mine so I can hold his hand against my chest. We scoot together until our bodies are parallel zig zags and we are comfortable. He is semi hard and grinds a little into my ass, and I return the favor grinding back. He bites my shoulder gently, then kisses it, kisses up my neck, on my cheek, and puts his head back on the pillow, squeezing me one more time and holding me in a loving embrace.

Yesterday we had a non-sexual date. (I was a little bummed not to have bedroom time, but I guess it means he likes me for me.) A five-mile hike to a breathtaking view, and a picnic in the park. When the date ended, he took my hand to hold it as we walked back to the car and that made me feel warm and fuzzy. My top two love languages are quality time and physical affection, so a nice date with no phones and some hand-holding was perfect.

He and I are both about to travel for work (I know, covid, still, we are both essential workers… but we do the best we can.) We won’t see each other for a few weeks, but we plan on meeting up once we are both home again!

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